Not Your Ex's Hexes (Supernatural Singles, #2)(73)
An agreement hovered on the tip of her tongue when the front door jiggled. A second later, Rose’s head turned as her sisters’ voices echoed through the small foyer, and then Vi and Olive appeared in the flesh.
Rose blinked, both mind and body frozen. They all had keys to each other’s places and used them at will. She’d never had a reason to be wary of unexpected drop-ins … until now.
Olive noticed her first, and when the youngest triplet’s eyes widened behind her glasses, Vi glanced their way.
“Well, well, well.” Vi chuckled, giving her T-shirt and panty-clad attire a slow, calculating perusal. “I daresay you have that just-fucked glow to your skin. Almost literally. And about damn time. Where is the lucky bastard so I can thank him personally?”
Rose glanced toward the mirror on the other wall, and immediately realized two things. The first, that there definitely was a magically luminescent glow coating her skin. And the second, that at some point between the front door opening and her sisters spotting her, she stood alone, Damian nowhere in sight until two seconds later when he strode out from her bathroom fully dressed.
Vi’s smirk stretched from ear to ear. “And the source of the glow appears. Hello, Damian. I’d usually ask how your morning is going but I already have a pretty good idea.”
“Violet!” Rose’s cheeks reddened.
Damian didn’t even bat an eye, chuckling in response. “Vi … Olive. The two of you look lovely as always.”
“Then you haven’t seen me after spin class.” Vi wrinkled her nose and glanced at her stylish purple pantsuit. “And this Barney costume is being exchanged for joggers the second we’re done with this grand opening. And while I’m being real, I’ll probably force Olly to drive home so I can change in the backseat while in transit.”
Olive chuckled. “Oh, the good ole days.”
Vi took another look at Rose’s half-dressed appearance. “Not that I don’t love the idea of watching Christina’s head spin off her shoulders when you walk into the event wearing your best panty-chic, but it’s a bit cold outside. You may want to throw on another layer or two.”
Rose blinked. “What event? I don’t remember—fuck flying broomsticks. The winery opening is today?”
“Guess that’s my cue to leave,” Damian announced. He turned to her with a wink. “Walk me to the door?”
“I’m sorry,” she apologized in the foyer. “I completely forgot about this opening thing for my parents.”
“Well, you were a little busy.” He smirked.
Her gaze flickered to where her sisters unabashedly watched, neither bothering to look away. “Sorry about them, too. I wish I could say they weren’t always so intrusive, but they are. It’s our thing.”
“I’m just sorry we couldn’t have a repeat performance before I headed out, but there’s always later, right?” Wrapping an arm around her waist, he eased her closer.
She propped her hands on his chest and sank into his embrace. It wasn’t as if Vi and Olly didn’t know what they’d been up to. A witch doesn’t get a sexified glow from playing Uno.
“When can we do it again?” She peered up at him through her lashes, hoping she looked more seductive and less something-in-her-eye.
“Eager, huh? I like it.” His gaze flickered to her mouth.
“Are you kidding me? That was the most fun I’ve had in ages … even if Virginia didn’t turn out to be the Big Bad we thought she was.”
It took a moment for him to register her words, and when he did …
Rose giggled. “Oh, did you think I meant something else?”
He chuckled. “Point in your column, little witch, but maybe we can postpone our repeat until tonight?”
So, so tempting. And it was on the tip of her tongue to say yes.
“Actually, I have some pretty lively plans for later.” She fought against a grin as an idea formed in her head. “You can come with me if you’re up for it, but fair warning, rolling with this group isn’t for the faint of heart.”
“No?”
She shook her head. “Only the strong survive.”
“Good thing I’m pretty good at holding my own. Count me in.”
“Tick-tock, lovebirds,” Vi chimed, tapping her nonexistent watch.
Rose dropped her head onto Damian’s chest with a groan. “But first, I’ll have to survive this freaking opening.”
Her temporary pillow vibrated as Damian chuckled. “It’s just peopling. You did that professionally, didn’t you?”
“And it wore me out then, too. But now I’m the ejected Prima Apparent. As far as anyone knows, that’s never happened before. I may as well be the two-headed snake at the zoo.”
“Nah, you’re definitely a lot cuter.” He casually slid his palm down her waist. “And look, no scales. I would’ve seen them after last night.”
She honest-to-goddess blushed, making Damian chuckle. “Call or text me the time and place, and I’ll meet you for these lively plans tonight. Vi? Olive?” He turned to the other two Maxwells, flashing them a wink. “Catch you later.”
They all waved to Damian as he left them alone. Rose mourned the loss of his touch immediately and took a private moment to collect herself for the incoming sister interrogation.